Cultivating immortals is a hard job

After leaving the depths of the cave, he soon met the former Dharma disciple again.

Mo Xun smiled and slowly walked out of the gray fog.

"It seems that Brother Meng's cultivation has improved a lot!"

Meng Jian was startled by the sudden voice behind him, and the Yin Fire Technique he was practicing almost had his breath flow backwards.

Fortunately, it finished on Sunday and is already in the final stage.

When he turned around and saw Mo Xun, his angry look was immediately replaced by surprise.

"You're not dead?"

Mo Xun touched his nose awkwardly.

This guy really doesn’t know how to speak!

Meng Jian hurriedly walked up to Mo Xun, looking around and around as if looking at a monster, and was even more amazed.

"Brother Taoist is really a strange person. You are the first Danjie monk I have seen who went deep into the depths of Yin Fire and came out without any damage. I was worried about Brother Taoist a few days ago and regretted not stopping you at that time."

Don't laugh without saying a word.

He understood Meng Jian's thoughts. Before coming here, he had some understanding of the situation in Yinhuo Pond.

For thousands of years, it is true that very few alchemy monks have set foot in the depths of the Fire Pond, and they have stayed there for as long as half a year.

Not to mention whether it can withstand the scorching heat of the yin fire, even the poison of fire is not something ordinary people can handle.

You know, Zhulong probably died from that kind of venom back then.

But Mo Xun naturally wouldn't take the initiative to explain anything, and there was no need.

Meng Jian suddenly came up to him and asked in a low voice: "Is Brother Dao hiding his cultivation?"

Mo Xun smiled.

"Brother Meng is treating me as a senior Nascent Soul who has never been born!"

Meng Jian laughed twice.

"Haha, I'm just guessing!"

Mo Xun was silent for a while, and then nodded solemnly.

"Well, since you have guessed it, I won't pretend anymore. I am indeed a Nascent Soul monk, and I have already entered the late Nascent Soul stage three hundred years ago. I am here to seek a breakthrough opportunity. , if nothing unexpected happens, he will transcend the tribulation and ascend in the near future. Fellow Taoist Meng and I have a fate. Before ascending, I want to find a closed disciple to inherit the mantle. If fellow Taoist is willing, you can do three bows and nine kowtows now, and when I ascend After that, the treasures left in this cave will be given to fellow Taoists."

Hearing these words, Meng Jian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

"Brother Taoist is really a wonderful person. Meng was almost fooled by you."

Mo Xun thought to himself that he was not bluffing, he was just exaggerating a little.

"By the way, when will Brother Meng's magical power be perfected?"

Meng Jian thought for a while.

"About the next month or two, I have been here for a few years, and it's time to leave. This ghost gate skill is not achieved overnight. After some experience in the outside world, I may have to come back, and the detoxification pill in my body The medicine is almost used and needs to be reconstituted.”

Mo Xun naturally understands the so-called detoxifying elixir.

Before entering Hidden Mist Ridge, he also bought some, specifically to suppress the toxicity in the mist.

But after discovering that the poison could not affect his six-foot-long golden light, he did not take it.

Mo Xun secretly calculated that he could afford to wait for a month or two.

"Brother Meng, what are your plans after leaving, but are you going back to Tuoluomen?"

Meng Jian shook his head.

"I made a big mistake back then. It's good that the elder of the sect didn't pursue it. How dare I go back? However, I still have to go to Qiu Tiancheng. There are some grievances that need to be settled."

Mo Xun looked at the other party's demeanor and thought to himself.

This person is either used to telling lies, or he has no money.

He asked casually and said everything as if he were pouring beans.

Qiutian City is the largest city under the jurisdiction of Tuoluomen. Just like Chaotian City is to the Tianjian Sect, it is the bridge between Tuoluomen and the scattered cultivators of the devil.

"In that case, I'll wait for Brother Meng for a while and go to Qiutian City to have a look."

"Oh? Brother Dao is also going to Qiutian City?"

Mo Xun smiled and nodded.

"Mo is a loose cultivator who has no fixed place to live. He goes wherever there are training resources. He has long heard about the prosperity of Qiutian City, so he just happened to see it."

If it were anyone else who heard these words, they would probably suspect him.

After all, it was only the second time that the two met and they made an appointment to go together. Who knows what the other person has in mind.

But Meng Jian seemed to be a fool without any scheming, and he readily agreed without any unnecessary questions, making Mo Xun a little embarrassed.

Next, Mo Xun sat down to meditate not far away.

Whenever Meng Jian took a break during his training, the two of them would chat for a while.

During the conversation, Mo Xun would always bring it up to Tuoluomen intentionally or unintentionally, and Meng Jian would not shy away from it most of the time.

Sometimes Mo Xun would feel doubtful, suspecting that this guy had already seen his purpose, so he was so frank, he might have other intentions.

But then I thought about it and couldn't find the flaw.

After a period of inquiry, he also gained a considerable understanding of the internal situation of Tuoluomen, especially the newly promoted late-stage monk.

As for the blood souls that had wiped out everyone in the Su family, there was no news at all.

There can only be two reasons for this result.

Either "Blood Soul" is just a pseudonym, or this person died in the war between demons more than two hundred years ago.

In fact, Meng Jian was not a disciple trained by Tuoluomen, but became a monk halfway.

The time in the door is only about a hundred years.

As for the reason for being abandoned by the sect, it is really ridiculous and a bit bizarre.

According to him, the cause of the incident was a female cultivator of the younger generation of the Grand Elder of the sect.

During an outing mission, Meng Jian, who was leading the team, happened to save the life of the female cultivator.

In theory, this was also a good thing for Meng Jian. After all, for a cultivator like him who joined the sect midway, he could get in touch with the Grand Elder.

Who knew that the female cultivator actually fell in love with Meng Jian afterwards.

After returning to the sect, she pestered him in every way and even asked the Grand Elder to grant her a marriage.

Meng Jian disagreed, so he privately expressed his feelings to the female cultivator in a tactful way.

When he heard this, Mo Xun's eyes became strange.

No matter how he looked at it, he could not find anything that could interest a woman in the rough bearded face in front of him.

In the end, he found out that the female cultivator was more majestic than a man.

A standard square face, and it was a bit dark. The arms alone were thicker than the thighs of ordinary people.

According to Meng Jian, it was uglier than a sow.

It would be better to kill him than crawling on such a woman!

Perhaps out of love and hatred, the female cultivator did not give up and even designed a drama to make the relationship between the two people a hot topic. She even said that Meng Jian raped her and wanted to take no responsibility.

For this reason, the elder of the sect in charge of the precepts invited him to have tea.

In desperation, Meng Jian could only show his ultimate move.